“Don’t ask what the world needs. Ask what makes you come alive, and go do it. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive.” ― Howard Thurman
What makes you come alive? What does coming alive even mean?
I’ve been sitting with this question all month. Then this came to me last night.
I think it starts with realizing I _am_ alive. In this moment, experiencing through my body what’s around me, what I taste, smell, hear and feel in my body. Knowing that my body tells me when something is off.
There is a vibrancy to being in this moment. And, I believe it’s from this being place that I find what I am drawn to, my passion. And perhaps, following my passion is my purpose in life. Doing what I want for myself, for others, and for the collective whole.
It’s ok for me to be me, to feel and live big (i.e. don’t be concerned with what others think),
to trust my guidance and follow my heart. And, once you “come alive,” the challenge is to stay there. The journey continues.
Love “following my passion is my purpose in life.” Wouldn’t the world be different if we all lived our God-given passions!
What makes me come alive? hiking in the woods, even for a half hour each day. Connecting with my friends. Spending time with a horse or a dog. Watching a good tv show. Thanks for asking.
Spending time with babies and children. Being with my dog. Feeling my strength in the gym. Dining. Cheering with my team. Listening to my own heart and doing what it says with reckless abandon